Why do we do the thing we do?
A question that I don’t yet have an answer to, and I hate not knowing the verdict of such great outcome
Why... I don’t get it
We lie
I lie
I’ve dug a hole so deep
And I’m left alone,on my own drowning.
My hands by my side not reaching out
Knowing if I do I’d get pulled back by the draft.
So alone I’ll stay
Alone I’ll survive
Alone I’ll grow
Not hurting anyone else.
For i am the dark hole I’ve created.

We sit and wait
For the time to finally
Pass by hoping we’d be okay
After nightfall.
Time ticks like a tirelessly
Twining clock.
Time never dies.
So what are you hoping for?
Time is not what you should wait
To pass, but rather the perception of time.

The reflection of my face
I wouldn’t even recognize
I guess I’m to blame
You said you’d be there when you weren’t
I said I’d give you my all
But you let it all go
I wish you were around when I looked
In the reflection of my face
I miss
I miss
I miss you
**** it
I dreamt about you
But it never felt right
I wish I told you everything before you left
You... you told me that...
I thought you cared
I don’t understand how you stayed optimistic
When you were ready to let me go

I thought i found a way
A way for everything to go away.
A way for my emotions to just fade.
A way for me to be happy again.
A way for me it just be normal.
I thought you would make all of that just go away, and you did for a little while,
But it all came rushing back as if it knew I’d be falling down the same hole I was in before.
I blame myself.
I blame me.
I blame I.
For all that’s happened I allowed myself to love when I was in no shape to love you

Standing I wake
Impulsed i fire
You can’t stop the impulse
once the fuse is lit.
The cancer in your mind
Just consumed your thoughts.
feeling pain, ill take it all away
From you if only you’d give it to me.
Give it to me....
I’ll take it and ease your pain.

In our minds
We sit and stare
In thought of who goes
First. I draw a card.
She plays a card
I play and she draws
Two more, I play knowing
She has two more cards
I draw three more, but I’m oblivious
To what’s happening.
She smirks.
And plays two cards
One was the joker and the other a Queen
She controls the game....
yet I know the outcome
Of the endless cycle of
Chicane.